Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2023 19:48:24 +0000 From: M. B. Subject: Making Me Feel Young Again "Making Me Feel Young Again" ====== I stood in front of the mirror above my dresser. My appearance never changed these days: short and brown hair heavily peppered with gray, a bushy moustache with a few gray strands, thick glasses that made my hazel eyes look zoomed in... I was the male version of frumpy, always wearing drab and basic clothes from somewhere cheap, but I couldn't be bothered with spending extra money on a designer brand. My smooth dadbod and average-size cock didn't help, since twinks loved their hairy daddies. I couldn't imagine leaving my brown-gray pubes untrimmed for longer than a couple of months. I was a senior citizen who felt old, expired, and undesirable. My name, Daren Lance, was as dull as they came. After all, I wasn't a Fabio stud with a ten-inch monster cock, perky bubble butt, and more charm than he knew what to do with. Living in an upscale beach resort along the ocean was about the only "cool" factor in my life. Well, I was at least not short; so, there was that. My old flip phone rang, rattling on my nightstand from the vibration. It was probably my boss to bark whatever order du jour he piled me with. I had a sedentary job stuck to a desk with stacks of paperwork that never ended, and because I sat more than I did anything else, my pancake ass was flat enough to make me wish I could be more active. I was so over data entry by now that a change in my life was tempting to pursue, not that I knew what kind of change. Sighing, I grabbed my phone and reluctantly answered the call. "...Hello?" "Hi, Daren," my boss said. Oh. His tone was promising. Good. "Don't come into work from now on." My eyes widened, the news speeding up my heart rate. What...? Oh, no! Sure, I would have loved to stop doing data entry, but not to become unemployed! Was I seriously let go? How on Earth would I pay the bills on my end? I couldn't afford to live in this suburb on my own, at least not in a big house. My mood suddenly took a dive into misery. "Calm down, Daren, I can hear you breathing hard. You're not fired. Trust me, you're too valuable of an employee for me to lose." "Oh..." Waves of relief crashed into me, dramatically lifting my mood. "I admit I was worried there for a moment." "What, and be stuck with the young idiots I do have because they're cheaper to hire? No, no, I'm calling because I actually have a special errand for you, and I'll pay you double from the start and a little extra if you do a decent job." "Okay." Well, that definitely sounded promising. I was all ears because data entry was something I could afford to move on from, provided it was in exchange for a better position. My boss released a hard blow as if frustrated. "So, my ex-wife just flew to Paris with her new sugar daddy, and I have no one else to look after our son, especially when I have a ton of shit to do at work." I suppressed a groan. Oh. What do you know? Even worse than data entry! Well, assuming it was what I thought it was. Was it really my problem? Unfortunately, I was always a spineless fool, and the word "no" seemed scary most of the time. "...What do you want me to do exactly?" "Well, you can start by talking him into going back to school. He dropped out of the sixth grade like a fucking idiot. I mean, who the fuck does that? The sixth fucking grade! And he refuses to listen to me like the entitled brat he is." Oh, boy. It sounded like the kind of family drama I never wanted to dip my toes into, especially realizing how much of a troublemaker this kid had turned out to be. I got along with both my parents and all my siblings, and the worst they had ever done was ask when I'd finally get married, since I was pushing sixty. That was a big fat never. To be fair, I was in the closet, so no one knew I was gay except for the occasional twink I got lucky with. "Hello? Daren, you there?" I snapped out of my pensive thoughts. "Yeah, I'm here. So, what makes you think your son will listen to me when I hardly know him?" "Well, you know my son, remember? You've seen him plenty of times." Not really. I saw him at the occasional family barbecue my boss hosted, the last time being a few years ago. We barely said a word to each other. Why would we? He was now a tween who was probably into whatever the latest craze was, and I was a boring old man who looked after his aging parents in a big house that felt emptier than it was fuller. A fifty-five-plus man spending time with a twelve-year-old boy? My brothers and sisters had families of their own, and given how hectic of a life it seemed, I wasn't sure if I even wanted to start a family this late in life, even if I adopted with no woman involved. It wasn't that I disliked kids; I just didn't like the idea of looking after a rebellious little brat. But again, I was a spineless fool, and I knew better than to hope for a change anytime soon. Reluctantly, I finally said, "Okay, I'll do it." "Thanks, Daren! I'm paying you a ton for this. You won't regret it." While the double pay and some extra was great, I hoped I wouldn't regret my new job. *** Around eight at night, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself with a beach towel, since the size was comfortably bigger than the average towel. I wasn't exactly thin, after all. I hung the towel on the wall hook nailed to the bathroom door. Feeling fresh and clean, I slipped on my navy-blue swim trunks patterned with white anchors, ready to dip into the old hot tub that still worked like new. I had grown up in this house, paid off by Dad, with me as the co-owner. I had a separate towel rack for the hot tub, just because. Living in the southern states had its perks, such as year-round heat and a beautiful ocean view. I marched down the stairs to the only bedroom down here, which belonged to my parents. I gave them a warm smile. "I'm going for a dip. Need anything?" "A new grandson, please," Mom said in a shrill voice as she and Dad rested in bed together with a classic sitcom airing, making them chuckle on occasion. They would be out like a light in about an hour or so. Being in their eighties seemed to do that, but I obviously wouldn't know. Dad smirked. "Now, now. First, our boy needs to finally find himself a nice little lady to get their shacking on." Not this again... Mom sighed. "At this rate, I'll accept a homely whale for a daughter-in-law as long as I get another grandkid. We have too many granddaughters, so I'd like another grandson for a change." When would she ever drop the subject? Never, of course. I maintained a half smile. "Okay, well, since you don't need anything that's actually possible right this moment, I'll be out in the back patio for a bit." I walked away, ready for some relaxation before starting my new "job" tomorrow. Who knew how long I'd be out and about with a boy who couldn't even listen to his own parents? I dreaded the reality. The doorbell rang, and I lowered my eyebrows in confusion because of the time. Who on Earth would be visiting at this hour? What a mood killer, seeing as how I really needed my alone time in the hot tub, maybe finish reading the nonfiction novel I had recently bought. Oddly enough, it was based on a mentally disturbed orphan who had destroyed the lives of several families over a decade ago. "Daren?" Dad called from his room in an irritated tone. "Are you expecting company? Because you know your mother and I don't like visitors at these hours." "I'm not, I don't even know who it is." "It's very inappropriate," I heard Mom grumble as I rushed past their room and headed to the front door. "Tell them it's late!" Dad added. I opened the door, and my eyebrows rose. The scene might as well switch to slow motion. There stood a dusty-haired boy with overgrown hair curling up at the ends, a boyishly ruddy face, and faint freckles that were more prominent around the nose. He had the prettiest blue eyes I'd ever seen in a long time, like little crystals. His smooth skin was the lightest of cinnamon, not pale, but pink enough to compliment his features. He was about as tall as up to my chest, and perfectly thin. He looked rather young for being a tween. He was also dressed for the beach, shirtless with blue boardshorts and yellow flipflops. His flat torso revealed bright, pink nipples that looked like tiny nubs asking for a nibble or two. I was suddenly reminded of why I didn't like dating apps in the first place: an extreme lack of choices better suited to my secret attraction. Going for twinks worked for me because they tended to look the youngest out of legal adults. Unfortunately, they were often brats as well, at least from my experience. They didn't want anything serious, just money and big cocks. As my bulge threatened to grow, I forced such forbidden thoughts out of my mind and attempted a polite smile. "Hi, what can I do for you?" The boy gave me a little wave, letting out the softest and cutest little giggle over nothing comical, his pearly whites showing. "Hi, Mr. Lance," he said in a boyish voice that sounded like he was on the brink of male growth. "You don't remember me, do you?" After narrowing my eyes pensively, it dawned on me. "Oh! You're my boss' son, right, right. You've grown a lot since the last time I saw you. Tommy, right?" He nodded with a warm smile, his gaze having never left mine since showing up. I lowered my eyebrows. "Wait, why are you here at this time? I thought I was supposed to meet you tomorrow." Tommy lowered his head with a little frown. "My dad dropped me off here. He just wants to get rid of me so he can have time to do more important stuff that never involves me. That's what your job is, I guess, since he's paying you lots of money for it. He took away my housekey, too." After hearing such words, my heart sank with so much sympathy because it suddenly made sense now. Did any of this have to do with why he was a middle school dropout? God, what a concept. I had never heard of such a thing. High school and especially college, sure, but a middle school dropout? I sighed, my spinelessness getting the best of me. "Well, I suppose you can stay here for tonight, but...do you even have your things with you? I don't see them anywhere. You don't even have a shirt on." Tommy shook his head. "My dad took away everything from me as a punishment for being a bad boy. He said it was to teach me a lesson so I can learn how to be on my own." Huh? Why on Earth would my boss do such a thing? Oh. I got it now. He was stuck with a kid he clearly didn't want, given his lavish lifestyle and workaholic schedule, and Tommy's mom wasn't any better. But my parents wouldn't approve of this. They didn't want a rando kid to put up with unless he was my own. People here were snobs about that stuff, my parents included. Blood was deemed worthy; water wasn't. "Daren?" Dad called from his and Mom's room. "Who's that at the door? I hear talking going on, but I can't make out what you're saying." "Is everything all right?" Mom asked in a concerned tone. I swallowed, my heart beating faster at this problem suddenly being dumped on me. But we're talking about a boy here! How could I abandon him at a time like this, and at night? No. Spineless or not, my heart won this time for a different reason. Tommy barely looked at me now, his eyes getting misty. He didn't seem like a brat at all, even though I had only just reunited with him a few minutes ago. I stepped aside to let him inside the house, then closed the door. I tried my hardest to be more supportive, so that he could get all that depressing stuff out of his head, even if temporarily. I lowered my head to look into his blue eyes, smiling. "I have a secret plan. While you're here, you're my long-lost son, okay? Don't question it, just play along. Can you do that for me, Tommy?" "Does that mean I get to stay for more nights after tonight?" A look of strong hope took over his cute face, his eyes clearing up now. I wasn't built to be a dad, and I didn't want to assume that role. However, I knew that I had no choice but to let him stay for as long as this issue got resolved, which meant looking after him for what could be a long time. I gave him a nod, smiling stronger now. "I guess my home is your home now until we can sort this out. But you're going to have to be honest with me about everything, okay? No lies, no games, no pranks, no mean stuff, and you're going to start respecting your elders. There's a reason that expression is common." God, I probably sounded old. Tommy nodded quickly with what seemed like an intimidated look. "But, Mr. Lance, I don't do any of those things. My mom used to punish me if I did, so I try to be good." Hmm, that was odd. My boss had made Tommy out to be a rebellious tool. "Well, that's a relief to hear. But what about school? Why did you drop out?" Tommy wrinkled his forehead. "I didn't drop out. But I did get expelled. I just haven't told my dad yet, and I blocked the school's number on his phone so he wouldn't find out on his own." Oh, my. That sounded serious. Should I be worried? "What happened?" He paused, lowering his gaze to the floor while his cheeks began to flush. "Can I whisper it?" I nodded and hunched over to have his lips reach my ear, hoping it wasn't something too problematic to deal with. Tommy whispered, "I was caught having sex with two boys in the school bathroom. You know, in both ends, me in the middle. And my dad hates me now." My eyes widened because it was definitely not the news I had ever expected to hear from a tween boy, yet my bulge grew at the thought of such an illicit act. Maybe Tommy really was rebellious, just as I'd thought, except for different reasons. I tried to collect myself from the shock and made sure to stay calm enough to comfort him without judgment. It was good to know he was gay, or at least not straight to justify taking it in both ends. That was one personal concern out the window because I could be myself more freely around him, provided that my parents remained in the dark about it. Tommy leaned toward my ear again. "Sometimes, I can't stop masturbating, and Dad says I have a sex problem that he can't afford to deal with." Oh, no! A tent began to appear in my swim trunks from all this unintentionally horny information. My cock grew fully erect, and humiliation came over me in an instant, my face probably reddening now. He raised his eyebrows as soon as he noticed it. "Oh, Tommy...I'm so sorry, it's not what you think, I...uh..." He grinned and leaned yet again into my ear. "I know what it means, and it's okay. I learned that it's a normal thing to feel stuff when you're a boy or a man. By the way, don't tell my dad, but he says you're a pathetic loser who struggles to get laid with women, but you actually seem like a really nice man." Huh? My boss had said that about me? What a jerk! Then again, at work, he did occasionally laugh about stuff in relation to me, but I'd just figured it was harmless jokes. But I was a really nice man, huh? That counted for something, coming from Tommy. "So, Mr. Lance, maybe I can teach you a few tricks. My friends told me that if I want to be a porn star someday, I have to practice early with boys and men. That's why I follow many popular twinks on social media because they know so much about this stuff, and I want to be just like them." A porn star? Oh, my. While I had nothing against people wanting to do that sort of thing, this was a boy here. He didn't need to think about any of that. Boldly, he slipped his little hand inside my trunks and squeeze my agonizing hard-on that dripped so much precum, giving it a few strokes while grinning. Oh, my. Tommy might have been a gift from Heaven in the form of a live-in "son", but he wasn't innocent at all. He had the look of an angel but the mind of a dirty little boy. Yet the more I knew him, the hornier I was around him, and the wetter my bulge. At the same time, I wanted to help him, maybe guide him in a different direction, so that he wouldn't face many risky situations once he got older. "Daren, why aren't you answering us?" Dad was getting angry now. Tommy jerked his hand away and lowered his head with a frown. "Sorry, Mr. Lance. It's just that when I get hard, I think like a different person, and I don't know how to control myself like I'm supposed to." "Daren!" "Y-yeah, Dad, sorry, I---" "Who the hell are you talking to you at this hour?" Tommy's face beamed, and then, he rushed past me, heading toward my parents' room until he stopped by the open door. "Hi, Grandma! Hi, Grandpa!" He waved dramatically. I heard gasps of joy coming from Mom and Dad, even though it was obviously a big lie. Oh, God. Now, I had some serious explaining to do. I had to make up an entire story to justify why Tommy had ended up moving in with us, even though he could use the guestroom as his own room. I also had to take care of my sudden blue balls because my leaking cock refused to get soft. I rushed upstairs to my room, ready to masturbate like never before, predicting one of the biggest loads I'd ever shot because of who it would involve. "I'll be back in a minute to explain everything! But yes, I have a son that I never mentioned!" I wasn't entirely against having a son, even though I felt too old to raise a kid. But that wasn't how I wanted to look at Tommy, especially now that he'd just started something that he shouldn't have. Judging by his horny little thoughts and bold actions, I had a feeling he didn't want to look at me as a dad. Or if he did, a dad with benefits. *** I was completely naked with my bedroom door closed, and I made a fist around my lubed, average-size cock at the mere thought of Tommy, focusing on every part of him. I wasn't sure whether it was right or wrong for him to be the way he was because I never believed in sex-shaming of any kind. Sure, he was young and horny, understandably so, but did he have to be so promiscuously oversexed at his age? There was a soft knock on my door, and I figured who it was. Mom and Dad never went upstairs, since their bedroom, bathroom, and all the other important rooms were downstairs. I sighed, slowing down my jerk session. "Who is it?" "It's me, Tommy," he said in a soft, muffled tone. "Can I come in?" "I'm sorry, but now is not a good time. I'm...doing something important." "Like what?" Inquisitive, huh? Or just plain nosy? "You don't need to know, Tommy, okay?" "But, Mr. Lance, I need some clothes to wear. And I checked the guestroom, but from the smell, it seems dusty in there, which was kind of nauseating. And the light doesn't work." I wanted to smack myself in the head. Of course! How had I not thought about it before when he'd been dropped off with nothing left to his name? "Besides, I don't care if you're jerking off. I've done way more than that." There goes my cock again, twitching and pumping out more precum. As much as I should be fighting the temptation to let him sleep with me, I couldn't. "Please, Mr. Lance? I'm naked and lonely." No, that cracking voice. Poor little guy. He'd been through enough already. I drew a large breath. "Okay. You can come in. But first, let me get---" The door immediately opened, and Tommy entered and closed it. He really was naked, after all, and tonight was going to be a dangerous one with him next to me in bed. Thin everywhere, a pink cocklet dangling with every movement, the kind of size that could probably be devoured with the balls included at the same time. Still jerking, I was close now... Tommy rushed to climb my king-size bed and lay next to me, flat on his belly while gazing into my eyes. God, look at those pretty blue eyes like a charmer. "Mr. Lance?" I could hardly hold the urge to come right now as I stroked my cock, like sexual agony as my precum continually overflowed. Even the proximity to Tommy without so much as touching him was powerful enough to affect me in ways that a man always failed to do, especially that boyishly handsome face and sexy body. And that round little butt that I could almost cover completely with just one hand, a real cute set of soft buns. "Yeah, Tommy?" "It's okay if you want to touch me." Why was he so cool about all this as if it weren't a big deal? He smiled and grinned and all that, yet deep down, he really wanted to help me out instead of simply being dirty and naughty. Maybe I had misjudged him. My hand was very close to his leg. As tempted as I was to feel it, even just to brush my knuckles against it for a smooth touch, I refrained. Tommy scooted closer to me and started humping the bed, but his warm smile didn't seem as seductive as I would have expected, given his sexual mood. "Touch me," he said in a low, boyish tone. "Anywhere." Oh, how close I was as I began speeding up the pace of my hand. Still humping, he brushed his cheek against mine as if being affectionate. "Touch me, Mr. Lance. I won't tell anyone. I promise. You can use your tongue or dick too, if it makes you feel better." "Oh, Tommy..." So, so close. Too close. What kind of boy was this? It was surreal! His two friends seemed like bad influences, and I questioned whether I'd allow him to be around them again if he ever wanted to be a "son" to me. He suddenly took my large hand and placed it firmly on his butt, encouraging me to squeeze his small buns of smooth, boyish skin. He guided my finger to rub his hairless pucker that I imagined had been used plenty of times by his two friends. With my middle finger, I rubbed his tiny anus gently and delicately, the rest of my fingers feeling his small mounds for cheeks. His skin was almost baby soft to the touch that it sent a powerful jolt of electricity from my brain all the way down to my cock. And not two seconds later, while he started shaking and letting out a tiny moan, I shot the biggest, most intense load in a very long time. Streams of it just gushed out like a fountain, leaving me in breathless stupor. Oh, oh, my heart...my heart, my heart... Tommy let out that soft giggle again, a sound that I'd already fallen in love with. If only I could be as energetic as he was. Then, he lifted his body enough to show me a small puddle of his own boy cream. "See? I just started coming recently. Well, maybe not like a geyser like you." Another cute giggle. I smiled. What a boy, especially the things he said. He started licking lots of my cum, much to my surprise. He slurped up globs of it off my chest and belly, then took every inch of me into his mouth and worked at it with impressive skill. His warm mouth blew me away, taking me to heaven like no other twink had ever done. He was so good at sucking me off that I could easily shoot again. "I'm already getting close, Tommy." I was ready to fill his mouth with my man milk. But instead of continuing to suck me, he quickly got on top of me and knew just how to tease my cock with his young hole, a sexy grin forming on his face. "I want to ride you like a cowboy, Mr. Lance. I want you inside me." As if I'd decline. The sweet bliss that this boy had instilled in me grew to the kind of elation that left me higher than I could experience. Tommy took my hard cock and glided it into his smooth hole, and with minimal effort, I was deep inside him. I still couldn't believe I was having sex with a kid, and as wrong as it might seem, it felt too right. We were bonding like man and boy in the most forbidden way. He began riding me, that sexy grin again. It was clear that he wanted this. This tween boy wanted me so badly, and he needed me to be inside him like I needed to be inside him. "Fuck me, Mr. Lance." So vulgar! I tried my hardest to last a long time because I didn't want to finish so soon again. That was how much Tommy turned me on. There was something special about him, and if I didn't know any better, I'd say I was on the verge of falling for this kid. He was everything I wanted in a lover, and I finally had him. Oh, that sexy grin. Tommy let out a series of soft moans, his eyes burning into mine as I gave it to him deep, my cock plunging into his young hole. He rode me like a cowboy, and I was the horse he desperately needed to ride on. What a beautiful creation from my boss, and sometimes, I wished Tommy had come out of my cock instead. But in a way, it was as if my boss had conceived this boy for my own taboo pleasure. Tommy's little body bounced on my bigger one, the size difference turning me on. "Fuck me, Mr. Lance. Fuck my hole." I gave him a drunk smile, the sweet elation in me and my carnal hunger for him mixing into the most heavenly experience I'd ever had. Within just moments, I knew it was futile to keep holding in the urge. Finally, I let myself go, let the climax take over me, paralyzing my mind into a state of breathless stupor. Moaning, I released so much that it felt even more than the first time. Tommy mimicked my facial expression as he jerked off, his little breaths hardening, and he squirted a watery load all over my chest and belly, tiny moan after tiny moan of the same pleasure I felt. Spent, he pulled me out of his hole and wrapped his arm around me, snuggling up against my old dadbod that didn't repulse him in the slightest, the two of us ignoring each other's sexual mess. I knew that look some twinks gave. I knew when a twink just wanted me for something. I wasn't stupid. But not Tommy. He was different because boys were different. I relaxed from the strong afterglow, smiling at Tommy with what I imagined was a goofy expression on my face. But I didn't care, because for the first time in a long time, I felt good. Real good. Content. Tommy was making me feel young again. I quickly observed more of the sticky mess I'd made, just a few watery puddles of cum all over my chest and big belly. Tommy frowned. "Mr. Lance?" "You know, you can call me Daren. Or...Dad, I suppose, whenever we're around the family." "But I like Mr. Lance." I smiled, feeling quite touched by something that might have not been a big deal to most men but was to me. Who would have thought that my dull name was anything but that to a handsome tween boy? Not even the way I looked, spoke, or acted bothered him. He'd shown me that I didn't need to be a hip model to be relevant to someone special. I just had to be myself. Then, Tommy made another frown. "What's it like to have a boyfriend?" Oh. That question. I admit I hadn't expected to hear that coming from a young boy, a horny tween, no less. I smiled and turned to my side to face him, the watery cum trickling rapidly down my body. "I haven't had one in a long time, but from what I remember, it was really nice. Special. Why do you ask?" Tommy shrugged, a neutral expression on his face. "I don't know. Just wondered." "So, why do you want to be a porn star, anyway? Aren't you a little young to be thinking about that as a, I don't know...career choice?" "Well, the two boys I had sex with said that porn stars make lots of money. But honestly, I'll be happy just doing something else if I have someone special by my side." I wasn't sure why, but I felt touched again by Tommy's words. He just knew how to fill me with the kind of hope and excitement I'd never known I could feel again. In some ways, he made me remember what it was like to be a schoolboy whose heart fluttered beyond his control. Of course, growing up, I hadn't had the kind of luck plenty of gay boys had nowadays, what with coming from a different generation. But I'd definitely had crushes, and I remembered how heart-melting it had felt all the same. Tommy yawned, his eyes looking heavy. "Mr. Lance?" "Yeah?" "Can you hold me until I fall asleep?" But he turned around anyway, his naked backside facing me, tempting me all over again. I just smiled warmly, cradling him in my big arms and relaxing with him while our naked bodies created some heat. There was all the time in the world for everything sexual to happen between us. But more than just sex? I admit that I'd like that at some point. But if he didn't want to do anything at all, sexual or otherwise, which I somehow doubted, then I'd respect his wishes. Oh, who was I kidding? Tommy was a horny tween boy, and I had a feeling he would continue making me feel young again every single night in my bed. That's right. My bed. Because from now on, my new son would be sleeping with me with my door locked for privacy and safety. ====== mbnifty.wordpress.com mbnifty@proton.me MINI BIO: I write gay intergenerational fiction for the Adult Youth, Incest, and Young Friends categories. My website lists all my works, including ones that aren't available on Nifty. 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